That was the alarm clock, no?
Yes, it was.
So we walk?
It is below zero out there, Buzz. It is so far below freezing I can't even express it. Let's just sleep in instead.
I am impervious. Walk! Walk!
This is what the non-impervious-lady must wear in this cold:
What astounds me is that Buzz still stops and smells things in the cold. What is there to smell? Isn't it all frozen?
And he still rolls around in the snow. So weird.
Speaking of weird, I love the random leg sticking up.
What could that be? Is someone coming?
No, Buzz, no one else is idiotic enough to come out in this weather.